Mike Minor 2.0

After a sold out pop up at Made LV, I sat down with Mike Minor in a dark bar in broad daylight. He said a lot of things, but the one sentence that stuck out in my mind is this: “I AM Vegas.” He told me that he loves this town and having grown up here, is connected to it in so many ways and feels it is his responsibility to bring great food to the community in any way he can. And he has been doing that for more than 20 years.

The first time I saw Mike Minor in action was at Three Square Food Bank. My favorite local charity had invited me to be part of an audience in their demo kitchen. Several chefs cooked live and chatted with the guests, but he was the stunner for me. He was engaging, with an infectious smile and completely present in the moment, doing what he loved to do. Then I got to know him and I realized that who I saw at the Food Bank, wasn’t a “show persona” it was the real deal. He looks like a Rock-a-Billy guy with the tattoos, fabulous moustache, and the slicked back, on point hair. He rides a motorcycle and he IS a Rock-a-Billy guy with a love of Elvis and the genre. But, unlike a lot of Vegas natives, he doesn’t long for the old times. He embraces what is going on now, welcomes newcomers and tourists and knows that all change leads to great growth. His life mirrors Vegas in that homage is paid to the past while always making way for the new.

I had met Mike socially and professionally on many occasions and what I didn’t know about him could fill a book and he should write one someday. He quit high school to work full time in the culinary industry, going back at 20 to get his GED. He was the kid my mom warned me about. He never went to culinary school. He sucked when he first started and worked twice as hard as everyone else to get it right. He is a cancer survivor. He’s just a plain BAD ASS survivor!

Chef Mike and I at charity event Chefs to the Max in Jan 2014

Chef Mike and I at charity event Chefs to the Max in Jan 2014

He started working at age 13, lying about his age, to make his own money because he wanted to buy cool clothes. Mike has done literally every job in this industry from dishwasher and busboy to Executive Chef. He’s worked in every conceivable situation from a kid friendly pizza joint to a mecca of fine dining. With a smile on his face he openly admits when he started, he was terrible at everything, but his passion for the industry and food in general made him work hard to get better. In his mid-twenties, Mike was the youngest Director of Culinary The Hard Rock had ever seen. He was responsible for the west coast and loved his job. He says he learned something at every single job, but he credits The Hard Rock for instilling in him lifelong values and missions that still drive him today – “Love All, Serve All” and “Take Time to Be Kind”. The need to give back to the community he lives in, treating co-workers, clients and employees with respect and a friendly face, and being present in the moment are all things he learned at The Hard Rock. He admits when he started there in management, he was “in way over [his] head”, but he had a great general manager who took him under his wing and set him on a path for success. Leading by example and coaching Mike to be the best he could be. Mike said, “If it wasn’t for that leadership, I’d have been fired”. He remembers that and brings it with him to every job he has.

Flash forward and Mike is working as the Executive Chef for Susan Feniger and Mary Sue Milliken at Border Grill. He traveled all over Mexico with them, learning from real people, not restaurants, how to create authentic dishes from every region of Mexico. And then he famously and amicably leaves that “dream job” to jump out on his own with his Truck U Barbeque food truck. Some might say he’s crazy, I say he’s crazy smart. He’s never been happier. He is making the food he wants to make and serving directly to the people eating it. There is no wall between him and the client. He gets to work with his best friend, wife Natalia, and his sister. His truck is completely paid for, the entire kitchen is brand new, retro-fitted into an existing frame that was custom painted to represent his flair, his style and who he truly is.

Offered the chance to compete on The Great Food Truck Race, he declined. Seven weeks on the road, cut off from his core clients, didn’t appeal to him and Natalia. He says he enjoys First Friday downtown because it gives him an opportunity to connect with the community, unfortunately you won’t find him at lunch time like you will some trucks. He cooks on demand and because everything is made fresh for each outing (nothing is reheated, or reused) it doesn’t make fiscal sense to drive around and hope to sell out. Anything that is left over at the end of an event is donated to the Las Vegas Mission (remember – Take Time to Be Kind and Love All, Serve All?). If you haven’t eaten from his truck, you are missing out. My personal favorite is the pulled pork sandWISH*. It’s magical. I don’t care for BBQ sauce, but I’ll eat Mike’s. It’s the perfect balance of sweet, salty and spicy. Friend John who eats a “paleo” diet splurges on the Burnt End Burrito. In fact, he said to me one day, “You have to try this food truck called Truck U. They have this burrito that I go off my diet for it’s so good.” Yeah John, I know all about it.

Pork Torta - Photo Courtesy of Big Tom Photography

Pork Torta – Photo Courtesy of Big Tom Photography

Money isn’t everything, but the ability to be true to who you are and make the living and the life you want to make IS everything to Mike. He’s really excited about what is going on in downtown and feels like that is the next step. He has a business plan for growth and a brick and mortar restaurant serving his barbeque is what’s on the forecast. Because truly good barbeque is a low and slow procedure, he envisions a lunch only place, starting the food the night before and staying open until he sells out. Mike and Natalia are looking for the perfect location to get started on their next big project. I, for one, can’t wait!

Mike has been approached more than once to be on TV and he would love that, but on his terms. Check out this sizzle reel for a proposed show. He and Natalia would like nothing more than to take their truck on the road and do as he did in Mexico with Susan and Mary Sue; learn to make regional specialties from the people who make them every day. Sourcing local ingredients, learning traditional techniques and meeting folks all across the country.

In the meantime follow Truck U BBQ on Facebook to find out where they will be and check out Mike’s websites www.chefminor.com and www.truckubbq.com Keep an eye open for appearances at Pop Up events like the one last week at Made LV. This is just a small snapshot of what happened there to see more, go HERE, Tom O’Connor took some great shots and go to his website Big Tom Photography to see more

Photo courtesy of Big Tom Photography

Photo courtesy of Big Tom Photography

Ceviche - photo courtesy of Big Tom Photography

Ceviche – photo courtesy of Big Tom Photography

 

 

 

 

Steve Martorano

Sister Nancy has been talking about Martorano’s meatballs for years. She is a complete devotee. So when Las Vegas Food & Beverage Professional sent me to meet with Steve Martorano for a piece for the May issue – not out yet – I jumped at the chance. I really liked this guy and because we had such a great chat, I decided to share with you a much more in depth version of our discussion here. He was even so open that when I mentioned Nancy’s adoration, he said, “Call her. Let me talk to her.” So I did (Yeah. Best. Sister. EVER.). And stupidly there are no pics of him and me together! This is a longer piece than usual, but the subject matter demanded it!

At first glance Steve Martorano is intimidating. He’s a big, well-muscled guy with tattoos like many chefs and cooks these days, but it’s more than that. He cuts an imposing figure. That feeling of intimidation goes right out the window when he utters, “How you doin’?” Immediately I was transported back to my roots and we fell into a very natural conversation. I met with Steve while he was in town for Vegas Uncork’d after just receiving the Dom Perignon Award of Excellence at UNLVino. I was invited to meet with him in a private setting with his lovely fiancé and he was refreshing, charming, and unguarded in our interview. He was also remarkably candid once he realized I speak like he does, lightly peppered with profanity. That fact made him all the more endearing to me. (Moment of Truth – if you know me at all, you know curbing my profanity requires Herculean strength.)

He said as an only child he learned to do stuff for himself without relying on siblings to help him out, but notes that his mother spoiled him. I get that, being the mother of an only son. However, growing up in south Philly, Steve had few choices for a career. He could go into the “family business”, aka The Mob, and spend part of his life in jail like friends and family, or he could work hard and live hand to mouth. He wanted more, but had no vision of what that “more” would look like. His dad owned a neighborhood bar and Steve convinced his dad to let him put food on the menu one night. It was something his dad had never considered before, and he was dubious about the success of bringing people into his bar to eat, flat out saying, “It’s not gonna work.” Steve went ahead and did it. He sold out the room and then his dad said, “Ok, what’s next?” What came next was a series of small business ventures which grew into the business he has now.

Steve is passionate about his food. He refuses to compromise on quality at any stage of the process. “Gravy and meatballs are made every day. There are no vats of anything sitting in my walk-in”. When you go to his resto you HAVE to try the house made mozzarella;fried golden brown and topped with “sauce”, it’s just fabulous! Everything on the menu is taste tested by Steve personally. If he wouldn’t eat it at home, it doesn’t go on the menu, no matter how trendy it might be. He shared that he doesn’t care for sea urchin or salmon and they won’t ever appear on his menu because he personally can’t taste test them for excellence. Steve’s food isn’t fancy; it’s family style and fun. Eating his food was just like eating at my mother in law’s table. The pigs’ feet and pork braciole tasted so much like hers that my husband wanted to pick up the feet and eat them with his hands to get every glorious bite off the bones. If you ever had a good Italian American friend and got to eat at their table, that is what Steve’s food is all about. He says that the best compliment anyone can give him is “this tastes just like Mom used to make”. That’s what he is striving for. He is very smart in that he is not trying to please everyone, but he is trying to make the best Italian American food he knows how to make from the silky gravy, to the flavorful meatball to the al dente pasta.

Lamb Bolognese

Lamb Bolognese

The World Famous Meatball

The World Famous Meatball

And Steve is not just passionate about his food, but feels responsible for his food. When you go to a Martorano’s and he is in house, you won’t find him touching tables, glad handing and visiting in the dining room. You will find him in the kitchen, working the line (not expediting) and taking personal responsibility for each dish that enters the dining room. That dedication to his craft is part of what earns him respect from his line cooks. All too often when you go to a celebrity chef’s resto, they are NOT the ones cooking your food, even if they are in house, because they are too busy posing for pics and greeting the guests. If Steve is in house, don’t be afraid to ask to say hello though. He makes time for his guests frequently and invites them into the kitchen for a photo opp or to give them the chance to chat. At Vegas Uncork’d he was front and center at his booth, personally serving everyone and thanking them for stopping by while posing for pics. And of course he was his gracious, welcoming self throughout. His trademark “Yo, Cuz!” could be heard as he greeted people immediately making them feel like family in much the same way his food does.

Steve working the line where he is most comfortable.

Steve working the line where he is most comfortable.

The menu is not extensive, it’s very approachable. The thing that triggered me into laughter, out loud, in the restaurant was Steve’s personal quotes on the menu about his food, no substitutions – “don’t break my balls” – and how you either “get it” or you don’t. Clearly, I got it, because I enjoyed everything about my Martorano’s experience, from the ambient swing music to the movies on the flat screens to the food itself. And take note fellow restaurateurs; while the lighting was dim in the restaurant, I didn’t need to whip out my flashlight phone app to read the menu, it was backlit. A small detail for sure, but one I absolutely appreciated.

Despite all of his success, two cookbooks, five restaurants and a recent segment on Jimmy Kimmel (above), and other numerous TV appearances he still feels like a bit of an outsider. He doesn’t like to be called CHEF even though he runs a kitchen. He feels he is just a neighborhood guy who cooks. He admittedly admires top tier chefs and what they do, but he feels he is not like them partially because he is self-taught.  His humble beginnings and his self-effacing manner make him immediately likable. He acknowledges he “lucked into” everything. Being a restaurateur was not a dream of his. Unlike other restaurateurs and chefs who KNEW this business was their destiny, Steve had no vision of this being his future. He started cooking to pay the bills and to stay out of trouble and in some ways feels he stumbled into success. “I don’t know another guy [in this industry] that came from literally nothing and now has five joints of his own. Do you?” Indeed, both lucky and humble.

 

 

 

 

I Bought a Pig

I love pork. That was not always the case. I have always loved sausage and bacon and some ham, but pork roast, chops and fresh ham were NEVER my faves. John was the exact opposite. When I met and married John he couldn’t stand fish and chicken.  Then we discovered the problem…he had never had it made properly. His Mom knew how to make chicken and fish in exactly 3 ways, all with the same seasonings – baked dry as a bone, broiled within an inch of its life and greasy fried. We figured this out early in our marriage and now he is a sushi lover and eats all manner of fowl with a smile. It wasn’t until about 6 years ago that I realized my problem with pork (and lamb FYI) wasn’t the flesh itself, it was that Mom, bless her heart, really isn’t that good of a cook, but I can’t really blame her. My grandmother was a terrible cook too. The only thing she made REALLY well was pot roast – probably because you are supposed to cook the shit out of it and she was good at that – and all other pot roasts are forever compared to hers. (Moment of Truth – Mom LOVES to bake and cook with the kids, but despises making dinner every night. Her favorite thing to make for dinner is reservations).

As I began eating at multicourse tastings where I didn’t have a choice on the menu, and I started hanging out with chefs and other food writers, I found myself eating all the things that I previously thought I didn’t like. What a revelation to have pork tartare. A mind blowing experience to have a pork chop, cooked barely medium with so much flavor and so juicy that it required a napkin. That had never happened in my youth I can promise you.

So now, here I am cooking pork, stuffing my own sausages, smoking bacon and ham and even curing my own pancetta. And buying a pig…well, part of a pig. Friend John M told me about a family run farm that allows you to buy shares of animals. We went in together on a half pig and it was picked up Friday. Dealing with a family farm that humanely raises and slaughters my food appeals to me on so many levels. I love supporting a small business. I love knowing exactly what’s going in my belly and shopping local when possible is also a big thing for me. While many of you may not think that Utah is local, it’s less than 100 miles from my doorstep and there aren’t a ton of meat producers here in the Vegas Valley that sell direct to consumer.

I have to say, I thought with it being a family farm that it would arrive fresh and wrapped in butcher paper, ready for me to prep for the freezer. NOT SO! It arrived frozen and already vac sealed, saving me a step. We divied up the goods and they are safely ensconced in my freezer awaiting the tender ministrations of me and friends. I have no idea what I will be cooking first, but I am sure with quality like this, it’s bound to taste great.

For more information on Christiansen Farm, check out their website.

While you wait for my next installment, I suggest you drool over these porktacular pics! And if you like them here is a shameless plea to SHARE and /or SUBSCRIBE to the blog and the FB page and follow along on Instagram and Twitter for a first look at what I am eating NOW.

Please forgive the quality of some of these pics – they were before I got my swanky new camera!

Porchetta waiting to be sliced at MTO's Swine & Wine dinner

Porchetta waiting to be sliced at MTO’s Swine & Wine dinner

Cochinita Pibil by Chef Jose "Lupe" Avila

Cochinita Pibil by Chef Jose “Lupe” Avila

Now closed Comme Ca's Brian Howard had Kurobuta pork tartare on the menu for Bacon Day with crispy chicharons.

Now closed Comme Ca’s Brian Howard had Kurobuta pork tartare on the menu for Bacon Day with crispy chicharons.

Charcuterie by the amazing Brain Howard at the now closed Comme Ca

Charcuterie by the amazing Brain Howard at the now closed Comme Ca

VOM FASS Las Vegas Launches Free Whiskey Experience

The following is NOT my content, but the pics are

 

LAS VEGAS, NEV.—Unlocking one’s inner whiskey aficionado is now within reach, right in the heart of the Las Vegas Strip at VOM FASS Las Vegas.
VOM FASS, located at The Grand Canal Shoppes at The Venetian (near TAO), has launched a new, free Whiskey Experience event on ThursdayFriday and Saturday evenings at 7 p.m. At the informal, 45-minute class, guests will learn about various whiskeys from around the world and how they are made, while getting an overview to understand the differences between bourbons, Irish whiskeys and Scotches.

Attendees will have the opportunity to taste one bourbon, one Irish whiskey and two Scotches during the experience, as they learn about various kinds of Scotches, blended whiskeys, blended malts, single malts and the different regions from where the spirits derive.

“In our store every product has a story, including all of the whiskeys,” said Kim Weiss, owner of VOM FASS Las Vegas. “This new program is an opportunity for our guests to broaden their understanding of the wonderful world of whiskey. Each whiskey event evening will be a little different than the next, so we encourage everyone to stop by as often as they’d like. Make it a date night, bring a friend, or keep all of the information to yourself to impress guests at your next dinner party!”

Reservations are not required. Those planning to attend can visit facebook.com/vomfasslasvegas to get specific details on which whiskeys will be featured and discussed.

At VOM FASS Las Vegas, casks of various spirits are suspended throughout the store. All of the spirits are estate grown, most by fifth generation spirit producers. A selection of wines from around the world is also available.

Vom Fass at the Venetian

In addition to spirits and wines, VOM FASS offers a variety of vinegars from Italy, France, Spain and Germany, along with oils including extra virgin olive, nut and seed, health and cooking oils. All of the spirits, vinegars and oils are poured into re-fillable, environmentally friendly bottles straight from the casks.

VOM FASS Las Vegas is open Sun. – Thurs. from 10 a.m. until 11 p.m. and Fri. – Sat. 10 a.m. until midnight and is located at The Grand Canal Shoppes inside The Venetian Hotel & Casino near Tao Asian Bistro and Nightclub. For further information, visit www.vomfasslasvegas.com. For updates on events and unique recipes, “Like” VOM FASS Las Vegas on Facebook (www.facebook.com/vomfasslasvegas).

On Cooking Indian Food

I LOVE every Asian cuisine I have ever tried. Korean is my least favorite so far, but I still love it. Right now I am obsessed with Indian food.

I recently discovered (through a food diary and observation) that I have a sensitivity to wheat. I don’t have celiac and I am not gluten intolerant, but when I overdo it on wheat…let’s just say I am not fit for company. To that end I have been reading up on substitutions (most of the bread SUCKS BTW and so do most of the pastas) and I have found that Indian food, other than naan, uses almost no wheat at all!  They use chickpea flour (gram or besan flour in the store) for their coatings, thickeners and batters.  Whoop!

Many of the techniques are familiar, but the seasonings and spices are confounding to me. It’s not just that I have never used them before, because big fucking deal about that part. It’s that I don’t know how they taste TOGETHER. I know when I put oregano and basil into a dish what it is going to taste like, but I have no idea what anardana or amchoor or fenugreek are going to do to a dish. Some of the seasonings are familiar like cilantro, coriander, fennel and cumin, but still not knowing the properties of the unfamiliar seasonings and spices, I am afraid of screwing the dish up. At this point I am following the recipes found online to the letter. No substitutions, no omissions and I measure everything. So far so good.

I would love to get to the point where using these unfamiliar spices is as easy to me as cooking Italian. Each time I find a new recipe or cuisine that intrigues me, I end up adding to my already impressive spice cabinet (pictured above), and I end up cleaning and refreshing my spice cabinet. A few words on spices while I have your attention: buy WHOLE spices when you can. Grinding spices releases oils that can go rancid. Whole spices stay fresh much longer. Ground spices should be replaced every 6 months or so. Shopping Tip: go to your local ethnic market for the best prices and freshest ingredients. They have a much higher turnover and you’ll get a better product. I can promise you star anise at the Asian market will be less than half the price you’d pay at Whole Foods. I just paid $2.99 for a handful of whole nutmeg seeds at Gopal’s India Market and I KNOW I paid $5.99 for 4 nutmeg seeds in a jar at Whole Foods.

So tonight, in keeping with my current Indian obsession, because it’s St. Patrick’s Day, I made this because it’s green. None of us liked it. No one in my family enjoys corned beef and cabbage so I was looking for a green alternative. It’s green. I should have made a spinach soufflé.  Of course I made Irish Soda Bread, complete with caraway (Moment of Truth – I am not a fan of caraway. In fact I won’t even eat seeded rye bread, but I require it in Irish Soda Bread) and I can’t wait to slather on some butter and dig in.

I make my Irish Soda Bread in a cast iron skillet to get the crispy edges that my family loves.

I make my Irish Soda Bread in a cast iron skillet to get the crispy edges that my family loves.

And before you ask me, one day when the family who gave me the recipe okays it, I will share Mrs. Gartland’s Irish Soda Bread recipe – it really is the best one.

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Guilty Pleasure #3 – McCall Humes Shares a Recipe

McCall Humes is a fellow blogger and lives right here in Fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada. Her blog McCall of the Wild is always a fun read. In addition to being a blogger, she is also “Pinterest Influencer” – yes, it’s a real job! Check out her Pinterest – tons of cool stuff there! I asked her to share her Guilty Pleasure. She dishes and shares a family recipe below.  All photos are hers with many thanks.

When LeAnne asked me to write a guest post about guilty pleasures, my first instinct was to get drunk on whiskey and ramble on about my deep love of Jameson. But as I visualized how the post might go, it seemed quite probable it could become something I felt great about until the light of the next day. I became fearful that the post could end up like whenever Jameson and I join forces in karaoke night. At the time, he convinces me that my impromptu adaptation of “Papa Don’t Preach” was next-level brilliant, but then a Facebook video inevitably proves otherwise.  As this is my first introduction to you, I suppose it is inappropriate to suggest that you could just join me in doing shots so as to ensure that you appreciate what I have to offer. But, for the record, that is usually the case at the karaoke bar. Instead, I will leave my idea for an ode to whiskey here and move on to my next post idea: my love of food.

I’m not gonna lie. It’s difficult to narrow this down. I mean, pretty much all food brings me pleasure and most of what I eat isn’t what those in the know would call ‘healthy.’ A lot of you might consider a late night Taco Bell run a guilty pleasure. I just call it Tuesday’s dinner. I guess it’s easier for me to narrow it down by focusing on the word “guilty” rather than “pleasure.”

It’s probably a commentary on my youth that when I think of the word “guilty,” the next thing that comes to mind is “sneaky.” Rather than dwelling on why that is, I’m just gonna jump over it and admit that I am currently completely guilty of sneaking Nutella into my house. Somewhere here in the house (I can’t say where or I’d have to kill you) there is a jar of Nutella that no one but me knows exists. Mind you, it is not hidden because I fear the opinions of my family members about my eating that shit straight from the jar. No. This is strictly because Momma doesn’t want to share.

A blog post about how often I smuggle spoonfuls of Nutella seems a little anti-climactic.  So I have decided that, as a tribute to this hidden gem of happiness, I will share with ya’ll the recipe that started my love affair with desserts that combine chocolate and nuts: My mom’s peanut butter bars.

I’ve never shared a recipe before so if it’s challenging to follow, I ask that you forgive Jameson. His heart is in the right place.

Momma McCall’s Mom’s Peanut Butter Bars

Momma McCall's Peanut Butter Bars

¼ cup peanut butter

½ cup shortening

½ cup brown sugar

½ cup sugar

1 egg

½ tsp vanilla

1 cup flour

1 cup oatmeal

1 tsp salt

½ tsp baking soda

¼ cup milk

Ingredients

Preheat oven to 350

Combine dry ingredients and set aside.

Cream together shortening, peanut butter and sugars until fluffy.  Add egg and vanilla and mix until well combined. Add dry mixture and milk to egg mixture, alternating until well combined.

Scoop the mixture into a 9 x 13 casserole dish and create an even layer (Or use a 9 x 9 to make a thicker bar. Be sure to adjust bake time.). Bake at 350 degrees for 20 minutes. When the bars are fully cooked they will be golden brown. A toothpick stuck through the middle of them should come out clean.

While the bars are cooking, mix together the frosting using:

Frosting

2 cups powdered sugar

¼ c cocoa powder

3 Tbsp butter

½ tsp vanilla

2-3 Tbsp water (use only enough to make the mixture moist, not runny.)

While they are still warm, spread the frosting evenly across the top. The heat of the bars will melt the frosting making it easy to spread.

Let cool and enjoy!

I hope that y’all enjoy these yummy Peanut Butter Bars as much as I do. Just be careful. This is a proven gateway snack. If you aren’t careful, you too could wind up hiding jars of Nutella around your house.

Cheers!

Division of Assets

Aunt LeAnne Goes to a Tamaleada

I wrote and THOUGHT I posted this yesterday, but apparently I never hit “publish”.  Merry Christmas! Never miss an episode when you subscribe by adding your email address on the right!  And follow along on FB, Twitter and Instagram – all @GoodforSpooning

Tamaleada – (ta MAL ā AH da) noun, Spanish

  1. a Latino tradition of gathering together as a family to create tamales for Christmas. Usually done on Christmas Eve, but can be done any time during the holiday season.
  2. a tamal making party. Typically Mexican, but also found in other Latin cultures.

Having lived in the desert southwest for more than 10 years, and being surrounded by a strong Mexican/Latino population, I have always wanted to learn the art of making tamales. Being a gringa (white girl) I was never asked because the tamaleada is a FAMILY thing.  Traditionally the Abuela (grandmother) is in charge and she dictates what is done, by whom and when. Most of the hands-on work is done by the women (what else is new – hahaha, JK) and the men are only brought in as tasters. Does this need more salt? Is this texture right? Is it too spicy?

Gilbert (center) acting as Abuelo telling everyone what their tasks will be. Friend Sunshine and Gilbert's partner David look on.

Gilbert (center) acting as Abuelo telling everyone what their tasks will be. Friend Sunshine and Gilbert’s partner David look on.

Being a military family we have had the need and pleasure of creating our own holiday traditions. Sometimes we were invited to other people’s homes, mainly because they felt sorry for us, “Oh, let’s invite that military family so they aren’t alone.” We never really felt connected to our hosts or like we were part of “The Crowd”. Living in Vegas is no different. Most of the people I know are transplants from somewhere else, so their family may not be in the area to hold or attend the annual tamelada (like Friend Gilbert). Or maybe because they lived here for so long without family they never did it (like Friend Lillian).

This is what usually happens:

  • Everyone gathers together to do the prep work
  • Everything is made from scratch – NO SHORTCUTS
  • Kids are encouraged to get involved and are given specific tasks suited for their age and skill level
  • Each person has the same job every year until someone dies (TRUTH) and they move up into the next position
  • It’s a typical “hen party” with conversations ranging from funny stories of past holidays, to what everyone is doing now, to how the kids are and shared traditional music, familial jokes and much laughter and smiles. (Gilbert told us a GREAT story of the older women keeping the younger women in line at his family’s event in years past – we were all howling with laughter.)

When I walked into Gilbert & David’s home on Sunday my only expectation of the day was that I would go home with a new skill and hopefully some new cultural knowledge and awareness. I knew Lillian would be there, but nothing else. I had no concept of what my role would be. I knew nothing about tamales except that they are delicious. I got so much more than I bargained for! I got LOVE! According to Gilbert, and I quote, “Tamales are love”. I knew most of the people at the table socially, except for Amber and Laura. By the time I left, after helping to make a few hundred (it seems – I didn’t count) tamales, I felt connected to each of them in a very special way. I know that a tamaleada is a FAMILY thing and I was honored to be included in the chosen family surrounding that table. I felt needed, a part of a generations old tradition, and like I belonged. Not an outlier with no roots. We started with handshakes all around and ended up hugging like long lost relatives.

The makings of tamales - and the meat isn't even on the table yet

The makings of tamales – and the meat isn’t even on the table yet

Efforts from the Tamaleada

Efforts from the Tamaleada, and yes, they are tied with little strips of corn husk.

Just 2 of the several pans we filled

Just 2 of the several pans we filled

The funniest part of the day? Everyone was delighted that there was something that I couldn’t do. (Moment of Truth – that first tamal took me FOREVER. I couldn’t get the masa to spread evenly and it kept sticking to the spoon instead of the corn husk and pulling holes in the thin layer I was trying in vain to create. Once I changed tools and started using a silicone spatula it all went rather smoothly!)

Enjoy the pics – I SHOULD have had someone take my pic making a tamal so you know I actually did it, but trust me, I did!

The finished product - this one with chicken and tomatillo green chile sauce.

The finished product – this one with chicken and tomatillo green chile sauce.

 

Squash and Other Gourds – Yes, There is a Recipe

So let’s talk about gourds…whether you know it or not, cukes, pumpkins* and squash, along with melons are all part of the same botanical family.  Yes, really – I don’t make this shit up! If you are in doubt as to whether something is in the gourd family, cut it open.  If it has a hollow space filled with fibrous membranes and seeds, chances are it’s a gourd. That includes the funky, bumpy, inedible kinds used for decoration this time of year. Inedible “woody” gourds had often been dried, and hollowed out for use as water dippers, scoops of every description and canisters. Of course the soft fleshed gourds were consumed in several preparations. The thing about gourds is that they grow almost anywhere, including the desert with proper irrigation! If you have ever planted zucchini, you know that they are prolific multipliers and can feed a family easily. So think about how early settlers, trying to feed their families in uncertain climates felt about having such a generous provider among their planted crops. In addition to growing plentifully, many squash are excellent sources of vitamins A and C so they helped keep the settlers healthy, plus the tough skinned gourds (pumpkins, butternut, acorn, etc.) store well and can keep for a long time in a root cellar providing nutrition in the barren winter.

Our Native American ancestors have been working with squash for centuries and we settlers received not only the bounty of their wisdom for our own pleasure and health but for the world as well once people started sailing back to where they came from. Squash and many members of the gourd family are indigenous to the Americas.  That is not to say that other cultures haven’t their own gourds to work with.  The Chinese have been making vessels, both useful and decorative by having bottle gourds grow in a “frame” to specifically shape them for use as boxes, vases etc. for centuries as well.

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Many thanks to Steelcase Furniture for having me speak at their Conference last week!  I was asked, as part of their team building conference here in Vegas, to do a live cooking demo at The Springs Preserve focusing on Fall produce.  I was thrilled to be part of their conference and hope everyone enjoyed Vegas while they were here.  As promised the recipe for the soup is below and I encourage you to make it and enjoy it. Contact me with any questions.

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*On All Hallow’s Eve the most famous member of the gourd family has its big coming out party as Jack-o-Lanterns.  The origins of this however began with the lowly turnip in the British Isles when turnips, because pumpkins had not made it to Europe yet, were carved hollow and little lights were placed inside to ward off evil spirits.

Curried Roasted Butternut Squash Soup with Caramelized Apples

Soup

Butternut squash (each average sized squash is 1 ½ – 2 lbs and will make enough soup for 4 – 6 people as a main dish with salad and bread)

Olive oil

Kosher Salt (and pepper if desired)

Chicken or Vegetable stock – homemade or low sodium is best (2 -3 Cups per squash)

Madras style Curry powder of choice – about 1 Tbsp per squash

Pinch of Cayenne pepper – optional

Heavy Cream – optional

 

Apples

Granny Smith Apples – 1 large one will make enough garnish for 1 squash

Clarified butter (aka Drawn butter)

Sugar – you can use Demerara, Brown, Raw or regular granulated

NOTES:

  • This recipe is easy to make VEGAN – just use veg stock and omit the cream or use almond or unsweetened coconut cream to taste
  • Make the apples while the squash is roasting. The caramelization process takes about the same amount of time as the roasting.
  • The apples and soup can be made a day or two ahead and stored in the fridge. Reheat the soup and sprinkle with the chilled apples or bring apples to room temp.
  • This recipe can also be made with acorn squash or pumpkin.

 

Preheat oven to 400

Slice off the stem end of the squash so you have a flat end. Place the flat end on the cutting board so it is bottom up.  Using a SHARP knife carefully cut the squash lengthwise in half.  Scoop out the seeds.

Brush or spray a baking sheet and squash with olive oil.  Sprinkle squash with kosher salt & ppepper and place cut side down on the baking sheet.

Roast in oven until fork tender – about 30 minutes. Check it at 20 then again at 25.  Over cooking the squash into supreme tenderness is preferable to undercooking it.

See how the skin blisters when it is roasted?  That's a good indicator that the squash is ready.

See how the skin blisters when it is roasted? That’s a good indicator that the squash is ready.

 

Meanwhile – core and finely dice the apples. I use a mandolin to slice into julienne strips and then cut the strips into dice. Your fine dice should be about 1/8 – 1/4 of an inch.

 

Heat a skillet – I use stainless – on medium heat.  Add butter to pan and make sure it completely coats the bottom (for 1 apple use about 3  – 4Tbsp of butter). Add apples to the skillet, stirring to coat. Sprinkle with sugar. Use the same amount of sugar as you used butter. Stir to coat again.  Turn the flame to LOW and cook, stirring frequently until apples start to become golden in color.  Once that happens REALLY keep an eye on them, they will start to brown quickly.  Continue cooking, stirring frequently until the apples start to resemble bacon bits. When they are a dark golden brown, remove from heat to a paper towel to drain and cool. Blot excess butter and toss the pieces so they don’t stick together. Once you can handle them, remove to an airtight container for storage.

 

Remove squash from oven. Allow to cool slightly so you can handle the squash with a dish towel. Scoop out the flesh from the skins being careful not to catch any of the skin. It’s easy to do because everything has been softened up.

 

Place cooked squash, in batches, in blender with a bit of  either chicken or vegetable stock, just enough that the squash moves easily with the blades. You don’t want it too thin.  You can always add more stock, but you can’t take it out. Puree until smooth. (You can also do this with a hand held stick blender right in a pot).  Heat soup in a saucepan, adding additional stock if needed to thin out the soup to desired texture. If you run out of stock you can use water.  Add curry powder and cayenne pepper. Allow to simmer 30 minutes to let flavors meld. DO NOT turn your back on the simmering soup! It can and will stick to the bottom very easily AND it becomes a VOLCANO of soup if it starts to boil, spraying everything in sight with soup! I learned this the hard way…

 

Stir in heavy cream or half & half for extra richness.  Season with salt & ground pepper to taste.

 

Ladle into bowls and sprinkle with the apples right before serving.

Don't those apples look like bacon?  Then you did it right!

Don’t those apples look like bacon? Then you did it right!

 

Made a day ahead, the flavors will intensify, so be judicious with the seasonings.

 

Farm to Table

I have been a slacker and I am sorry. As August is “Month of Happiness”, there is MUCH to be happy about as we near harvest season in many parts of the country. Here are some thoughts…

Back in the dark ages (haha) farming was a way to feed one’s own family. You ate what you could fresh and then you preserved what you could and if you couldn’t preserve it, you THEN sold or bartered whatever was left for other goods for your house. The same was true for hunting and animal husbandry. “Farm to Table” was a way of LIFE not a catchy menu phrase or marketing option.

Growing up in upstate NY on the Hudson River there were farms and farm stands galore. My family owned one. We grew what was easy to grow and sold it, just like everyone else and I can promise you that I ate more than my fair share of zucchini (Moment of Truth – there are some members of my family that STILL won’t eat squash). We did “farm to table” because it was cheap and relatively easy. Did we always LIKE what we ate?  No, but we were brought up to eat what was put in front of us (Moment of Truth – I despise those parents who cook 3 meals every night NOT due to food allergies, but “because this kid won’t eat this, and that kid won’t eat that”…they’d starve in my house).

What was a way of life, and continues to be a way of life for many in the world, has become a catch phrase for trendy seasonal dining.  Because everyone is so focused on fresh produce, people frequently forget that part of the “farm to table” model includes preserving food for later use. My Mom canned, pickled, and made jelly and jam. I find it mildly shocking to type that, because her favorite thing to make for dinner these days is reservations. I am forever ruined for grape jelly because all of them taste too sweet to me after Mom’s version using concord grapes that were grown on our property. I remember her canning on an open fire – yes, really – in a concrete block fire pit because that was the only place large enough to hold the canning pot. I have learned to preserve food beyond the freezer and I take great pride in knowing that I can my own food.  I love the little “plink” sound when the jars seal. As I write, I am eagerly anticipating tomorrow’s Bountiful Basket Co-op delivery.  I have a case of Hatch green chiles and a case of corn coming.  I am thinking corn relish, canned corn, charred chiles frozen for later use, pickled peppers and of course eating a bunch fresh!

Learn a new skill this year and try canning. Yes, I know it sounds corny (see what I did there?), but it is really satisfying to say, “Yes, I did that!” and hear all the little plinking sounds when the jars seal themselves.

To see what I am eating, follow me on Instagram – all of my food porn shows up there as well as pics of my produce and canning in the next few days. And if you want to know more about the town I grew up near, read this piece, although I can promise you it wasn’t this cool when I lived there.

Cooking for a Crowd – The Desserts

I just finished a series of four live cooking demos for the Springs Preserve here in Vegas. I am so glad I had the opp to work with them.  The entire series was about how to make the most of being the host.  Entertaining can be a pain in the ass. If you are the one stuck in the kitchen doing everything, you don’t have time to enjoy and visit with your guests.  All of the recipes I did for the series were geared to show you “make ahead” options and tips so you could be in the party instead of in your kitchen.

This past demo was about cocktails and desserts for a crowd that you can mostly make ahead.  Chef Beni Velazquez shared his peach sangria recipe and helped me out with the demo.  You can find the cocktail recipes here.

Sorry there is no pic, but the next time I make it, I will update the post!

The Mixed Berry Shortcake was the one everyone liked the best so here is the recipe and some tips on how to make it:

Mixed Berry Shortcake

Tips:

  • DO NOT macerate the berries too far in advance – about ½ hour maximum – or they will get slimy and mushy.
  • I use part fresh and part frozen berries because I like the extra juice the frozen berries give off, but you can use all fresh if you like.
  • Wash your strawberries BEFORE you hull them.  If you hull them first, the open flesh of the berry acts like a sponge and you get water trapped in the flesh of the berry diluting the real berry taste.
  • Use an egg slicer to slice the strawberries so they are all the same thickness
  • The recipe for the shortcakes was adapted from a recipe in Cook’s Country magazine
  • I usually will skip the parchment paper because I bake on a stone. HOWEVER, because we are sprinkling sugar on the tops and it is a bitch to clean up melted sugar, I use the parchment for this recipe.  If you can find the brown, unbleached kind, get that!
  • The shortcakes can be made in the morning, and bring the guests into the kitchen to chat with you while you prep the berries. It only takes about 7 minutes for the prep.  Enough time to pour a cocktail!

Berries

1 qt strawberries – hulled and sliced (you can quarter them if they are small)

3 cups frozen mixed berries, thawed

2-3 tbsp raw sugar, more if you like it REALLY sweet

2 tbsp Grand Marnier

Zest of one orange – I like to have the zest in strips because it looks prettier, but you can use grated orange peel as well

Combine all ingredients and allow to sit for no more than 30 minutes.

 

Shortcakes

1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour

1 1/2 cups cake flour

3 tablespoons sugar

1 tablespoon baking powder

1 teaspoon salt

3/4 teaspoon baking soda

4 ounces cream cheese, cut into 1/2-inch pieces and frozen 30 minutes

½ stick unsalted butter, cut into 1/2-inch pieces and frozen 30 minutes

1 cup plus 1 tablespoon buttermilk

Raw sugar, Demerara sugar, or Turbinado sugar for sprinkling

 

1.  Adjust oven rack into middle position and heat oven to 450 degrees.  Line baking sheet with parchment paper.  Combine all dry ingredients in the bowl of a food processor and pulse to blend. Add cream cheese and butter and pulse until mixture resembles coarse meal.  Transfer flour mixture to large bowl.  Stir in buttermilk by hand until combined (dough will be very dry).

2.  Turn dough onto lightly floured surface and knead briefly until dough comes together – it should take about 3 mintues. Roll or hand form dough into 8 x 6-inch rectangle, about 3/4-inch thick.  Cut into 12, 2-inch squares and transfer to prepared baking sheet.

3. Using a pastry brush, top each biscuit with a light bath of buttermilk and then sprinkle with your chosen sugar.

Bake 12 – 15 minutes until golden brown.  Your sugar will be dark brown in places, don’t worry.

Split the shortcakes, top with berries and then pile on the whipped cream.  I prefer freshly whipped cream, but in a pinch use canned or Cool Whip™.

 

Here is the link for the Blueberry Buckle that I made in advance.  And this is the piece in Bon Appetit that inspired the Savory Apricot Pastry.